She looked at Nelson, wiggled the hand they were holding, and playfully asked, "President Gonzales, everyone's asking when you're going to marry me. What should I tell them?"

Nelson's stern face broke into a faint smile. "Well, that depends on when Miss Sanches, the workaholic, is willing to marry me?"

The two of them often displayed affection in public, and each time they did, it had the power to melt the hearts of countless singletons.

People watching the live stream couldn't help but smile as they watched the banter between them.

"Bingo! Is this some sweet romance drama?"

"President Gonzales is the kind of husband who dotes on his wife. I doubt I'll find one like him before my sixtieth birthday!"

"I just hope I can experience such a sweet love before I kick the bucket. A little more patience, please!"

"Ladies, if you have a man like President Gonzales, can you let me borrow him for a day? I might die tomorrow, I beg you!"

"As long as President Gonzales and Goddess Vivian are together, I'll forever believe in love!"

Vivian chuckled and gently patted Nelson again, then addressed the audience once more. "Thank you all for your interest in our wedding. In fact, we're already in the midst of planning our wedding, and if there's good news, we'll be sure to share it with you all. A little hint, you can look forward to it this year."

With this casually dropped bombshell, she sent the already surging live viewership into an even higher frenzy.

Seeing that she had achieved the desired effect, Vivian smiled and said, "Alright, media friends, we're going inside now. You've all worked hard! Finish up here and head to the indoor area. I believe the live broadcast of the show is about to begin, isn't it?"

The media personnel waiting on the red carpet would transition to the indoor segment once all the guests had arrived. That's when the actual show would kick off.

However...

"Florence Queen still hasn't arrived!" someone complained.

Although the time for the show's coverage hadn't ended, every other female guest had arrived early. Every other guest, that is, except for the famous internet celebrity known as Florence Queen.

The live broadcast was about to begin, and she hadn't made an appearance yet.

"Is she trying to make an entrance right at the last moment to grab the spotlight?"

"Ugly people tend to show off more! The uglier they are, the more they resort to gimmicks!"

"Is she afraid to show up because she boasted online that she's so pretty? Anyone can brag!"

"Maybe she went for plastic surgery and hasn't fully recovered, so she's too scared to show her face?!"

A few staff members joined in with their mockery, which only fueled the barrage of comments filled with ridicule and insults.

Before Florence Queen could even appear on screen, she was already being criticized and pushed out of both the internet celebrity and entertainment circles.

Vivian, understanding the situation, consoled the crowd. "Let's be patient a bit longer. Maybe she had an emergency on the way here. We'll head inside first."

Just then, a live reporter noticed a woman slowly approaching them.

"Wait a minute! Could she... could she be Florence Queen?"

Everyone followed the reporter's gaze, and as they laid eyes on the approaching woman, they collectively held their breath.

She walked with elegance, clad in a well-tailored black dress with loose, butterfly-shaped straps resting gently on her shoulders. A delicate diamond necklace adorned her slender neck, highlighting her exquisite collarbones. The knee-length dress revealed fair and shapely legs.

Her naturally pale complexion paired perfectly with the black attire, resembling flawless alabaster. Even before seeing her face, her graceful figure alone marked her as a goddess.

But what truly captivated onlookers was her face - utterly breathtaking. Her long, slender eyes, with the corners upturned like Vivian's, exuded an ethereal allure, simultaneously icy and seductive.

Unsmiling, she radiated an icy, aloof beauty, but when she smiled, her dimples appeared, and she became vibrant, radiant, and undeniably sensual.

Cameras were already set up and zoomed in, almost about to touch her face.

Perhaps sensing something, Florence belatedly looked in their direction.

With a polite smile, she continued to walk, but the cameras seemed unwilling to leave her alone. She blinked, her eyes reflecting a sense of innocence.

She had been oblivious, but this one small action sent the hearts of countless viewers into a frenzy.

"Who is this? Why is she so stunning?"

"Don't tell me she's Florence Queen?"

"No... can't be, right? If she is, I'll do a headstand and eat shit!"

"If she's Florence, I'll call her 'Mom' on the spot!"

"Could she be a mysterious judge invited by the production team? Her beauty could overshadow the entire entertainment industry right now!"

Vivian, too, was gazing at Florence, trying to recall the judges assigned by the production team. This woman wasn't one she recognized.

Her brow furrowed slightly. Could this really be the Florence Queen that the internet was buzzing about?

Why was she so gorgeous? If she is so beautiful, why had she been reluctant to show her face before?

Vivian was beginning to wonder when the man beside her suddenly tensed up.

Curious, she looked at him and asked, "Nelson, what's wrong?"

Nelson quickly averted his gaze from Florence and clenched his teeth before responding, his voice tense. "Nothing. Let's go inside."

"Alright."

As he walked toward the indoor area, his expression grew increasingly somber.

Why had Florence come back?

Why now?

Was she trying to ruin his wedding?

He knew she hadn't given up on him!

Why couldn't she see reason and stop challenging his patience?

He resolved to confront her later and find out what she was up to!